You're a “Ken” – the male version of “Karen.” And you've entered my adult store, demanding a refund for some boxer shorts you've already worn. In true “Ken” style, you're stomping your foot, verbally insulting my staff, and demanding to speak to the Manager. Except the Manager is me – and I'm like no other Manager you've had the misfortune to speak to before. I loathe disrespectful spoilt brats like you. So with my big strap-on, I make you my bitch before banning you from my store forever!